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May 2018 · 168
if
if
If.
Every poem was happy would
It sound the same.
If.
Everything was peaceful would
The world be a better place.
If.
You had everything you ever wanted
Would you truly be happy.
If.
You could go back to that happy moment
In time would you do it.
May 2018 · 135
tell me.
Tell me?
You didn't feel
The spark like I did.

Tell me?
That you didn't think
About the kiss we had.

Tell me?
Your not lost the
Moment.

Tell me?
Why you watch my body
Move.

Tell me?
Why when we are together
You are more alive.

Tell me?
Why do our hearts
Beat as one.
May 2018 · 1.2k
not a love peom
I tried to see past the lies.
I tried to sweep away the
Broken promises.
I tried to put my broken
Heart back together.
I tried to forget all the
Tears i cried.
I tried to save your black heart
But it was too late.
This is not a love peom.
This is a good bye.
May 2018 · 124
my nightmare
I am never alone
But yet I feel so
Lonely everyday.

I never talk
Because none
Ever listens
Anyway.

A smiles
Hides more
Than you
Think.

You say
You understand
When I know
You don't.

I love
Everyone but
I trust none.

Welcome to my
Nightmare.
May 2018 · 112
wild flowers.
Even wild flowers can grow
In the darkest part of us.
Hope isn't always lost.
This is about how you can be in a dark place but something beautiful can come out of something bad. You can always find the feeling you lost in time
May 2018 · 116
the dark side
Hell has made its self
At home in my chest.
It's hard to breath when
My mind is full.

None ever told me that
Love comes with a
Painful sting.

Tears on my pillows
And pieces of a broken
Heart.

I guess this is
The dark side
Of love.
May 2018 · 101
the game
Flirting with danger.
Playing with fire.
The temptation is too much.
Calls answered.
The darkness is my cover.
Mine by night.
Gone by morning.
Yes its wrong.
When he calls.
When the night calls.
I am powerless.
The game has us now.
May 2018 · 157
black heart.
I
Am
On a road but
I don't know
Where its going.

I want
to open up to
You but I don't
Trust you.

I long to
****
The demon
In my head.

I need
to stop
Loving you
Because its
Killing me.

All I see
Now is
A black
Heart.
May 2018 · 118
killing a demon.
There's a demon that answers to my name.
She laughs at how I tie my hair up.
She laughs at what I see in the mirror.
She reminds me of the mistakes made.
She reminds me of the things I'll never be.
She never let's me be laugh or be happy.
When I cry she laughs louder.
How do you **** the demon she is lives inside of me?.
May 2018 · 157
the monster inside of me
Monster monster that lives inside of me.
Tell me the things I will never be.
Rip me up keep me prisoner.
Break my heart shatter my dreams.
Keep me in the darkness.
Leave me with scars.
Catch all my tears.
The monster is not under my bed.
The monster lives inside of me.
I wrote this because sometimes my anxiety disorder can feel like a monster that won't let you be.
Apr 2018 · 92
no silent night
There's no heart left to break.
There's nothing left to take.
There's no tears left to cry.
There's no happy ending.
There's no silent nights either.
This poem came late at night when I couldn't sleep and i decided to turn a bad mood into something creative.
Apr 2018 · 152
lost it all
Crashing waves.
Skimming stones.
Broken hearts.
Shattered dreams.
Lost words.
Silent tears.
Gained nothing
Lost everything.
This poem came to me while I was on the beach sometimes you can go from having everything to lost everything you ever loved
Apr 2018 · 122
too late.
Its too late to apologise when
The damage is done.

Some words said can never be taken
Back and sorry doesn't change it.

Some deep wounds will never heal not
Even in time.

Some thoughts will stay with you for
A lifetime.
This is poem I wrote is about how sometimes it can be too late to say sorry and saying sorry  doesn't always make things better or make what you said hurt any less.
Apr 2018 · 139
scars
The cruel words still hurt.
The thoughts won't go away.
The scars won't heal anymore.
It maybe the past to you.
But the pain never dies.
I wrote this about a bully that I confronted and to them it was in the past but sometimes that pain never does leave you and leaves a mental scar behind
Apr 2018 · 131
one day
We are born in one day.
We die in one day.
We cry in one day.
Everything can change,
In one day.
Sometimes it only takes one day for everything to change.
Apr 2018 · 168
broken
I want to fly but they won't let me.
Seen but never heard by anyone.
It's either their way or no way.
As each day and night slips by.
I die that little bit more inside.
My deep wounds never heal.
My heart is too broken to fix.
I wrote this in poem when I feeling low it is always the best way to release the pain I feel
Apr 2018 · 152
roses and thorns.
Every rose has a thorn.
It's sad how its The bad ones,
Who get the best part of you.
I wrote this because it is always the bad ones in our life's that always seem to get the good part of us.
Mar 2018 · 137
love yourself
Make your own music.
Sing songs loud.
Take more risks.
Chase your dreams.
Worry less laugh more.
Do what you love.
Live for today.
Forget the past.
Love who you are.
I wrote this because we should do what makes us happy more and careless what other people think.
Mar 2018 · 128
sadness.
You never listen
Because you don't care.

You never let
Anyone one be happy.

You never see
The good in anything.

I feel sad for you.
I wrote this because sometimes you can't help someone who doesn't want to change or help them self's.
Feb 2018 · 144
your the words
You are
The pain I won't remember.
The memory I'll forget.
The demon that made me strong.
The words that made This a poem.
I wrote this because we all have faced a demon in our life's that has made us stronger and become a better person.
Feb 2018 · 1.4k
the lost girl
I lost the girl.
That was always happy.
Always laughing at everything.
Never stopped dreaming or smiling.
Her eyes never cried at anything.
She was never scared of the mirror.
She was lost in books and writing stories.
The world was always her oyster.
Now I am trying to find the girl I lost.
I wrote this because I lost the person that I use to be and now I am trying to back to the happy person i once was that was never scared of anything
Feb 2018 · 441
the road to recovery
Recovery has no time line.
It's not done in a day or a week.
The road is long hard and lonely.
Taken the chance to be happy again.
Looking for the light in the dark.
If I ever end up on the dark side again.
Will you sit there with me?.
I wrote this because sometimes when your on the road to recovery some people don't always understand how hard it is. Suffering with an anxiety disorder I sometimes feel alone
Jan 2018 · 190
My mystery
You are
  The mystery I want to find
  The secret I want to keep
  The touch I want to feel
The kiss I want to taste
Jan 2018 · 281
A lifetime
Trying
To forget the love that stole my heart and the voice that made my spine tingle.

the way he made me feel the memories we made his soft touch that made my knees shakes.

It took a moment to love him to need him and to miss him. It will take a life time to forget.
I wrote this because there's always that one person that comes into your life and changed everything. In the end it feels like a life time to get over them
Jan 2018 · 162
Kiss me
Awaken sense heighten pleasure.
Bodies entwined heart to heart.
Eyes closed every touch felt.
Slip your fingers in my hair.
Pull me closer than before.
kiss me like your losing me.
Kiss me like a vampire.
Jan 2018 · 122
my only friend
Given so much.
Asked for nothing.
Watched people leave.
No good byes said.
Never seen or heard.
Darkness is my only friend.
Loneliness is the blanket that surrounds me.
Jan 2018 · 114
Moods
I have seen the sea
When it is.
Rough and wild.
Calm and still.
Warm and cold.
Dark and moody.
In all these moods.
I see my self.
This is my first peom of 2018
Dec 2017 · 212
A midnight thought
An unseen telnet.
A light that's never seen.
Words that are never heard
Smiling throught the pain.
Laughing throught the tears.
Learning never to give up.
I wrote last night while sitting up late writing some peoms which I offen do.
Dec 2017 · 248
Hard to dream
it's hard to smile when it feels like all hope has gone.

it's hard to keep getting up when you have been down many times.

It's hard to know who you can and can't trust.

It's hard to see the light in the darkness.

It's hard to dream when there is no hope
Dec 2017 · 114
leaving
A heart torn in two.
Dreams broken.
Lifes shattered.
No tears left to cry.
There's nothing to take.
Leaving on a train.
Never coming back.
Dec 2017 · 166
The little things
Flashing Christmas lights and slient nights. It's been five year years since you have been gone.

I miss how you loved this time of year. Watching movies we have seen a hunder times.

There was always the smell of hot chocolate, and apple pie coming from the kitchen.

It's not the big things I miss it's all the little things you did that I miss so much
I wrote this for my mum she has been gone for four years I missed all the little things she did.
Dec 2017 · 202
Love
Love your self.
Love who you are.
Love your body.
Beauty has no size.
I wrote this because it doesn't make what shape or size you. We are all beautiful in our own way
Dec 2017 · 94
Pictures
the camera never lies
But the pictures do.
A picture paints a thousands words and tells a thousands
Lies too.
I worked on this with my friends brother and he wanted to look at pictures and lies I would be happy to hear feed back :)
Dec 2017 · 172
I am only human
I am no angel.
Crossed many lines.
Made mistakes.
Learned lessons.
I am a poet.
Not a lair.
I wrote this after me and my friend where talking we both have different views on poets. He calls it creative liying and I see it as an art form and a way to express your selfs and feelings
Dec 2017 · 165
lost poems
Forgotten words.
Blank pages.
Empty lines.
A lost poem.
Is like a dream you can't remember.
I had a poem in my head and I was about to write it down and I got a phone call. By the time the call was done I had forgot the poem.  Which inspired this poem.
Dec 2017 · 140
words
Do?
My words sound like a rant.
Are my words too real.
Are my words not real enough.
I just write what ever comes into my head this is my first poem of the day.
Dec 2017 · 119
home
Love turns to hate.
Pavements made with tears and heart ache.
Growing tiered of the place once loved.
Not a home but a prison without the bars.
Tiered of playing never ending games.
Watching every move made.
Watching your back day and night.
Never knowing what happens.
Sleepless nights and worrying minds.
Can't die here like others before me have.
Searching for a happy ending.
No more moving from place to place.
Hoping for one good Christmas.
All I ever wanted was a place to call home.
Dec 2017 · 80
Loves call
Why?
Is it that I can only think of you.
Your touch your sweet gentle kiss.
The smile that stole my heart.

Why?
is it that every road taken bring me back into your arms, where it always feels the safest place to be.

Why
is it that your heart returns my call everytime leaving me wanting and needing you more.
Dec 2017 · 106
they don't care
Children pushed into poverty.
School meals taken away.
Taxing everything.
More and more lies.
Food banks under pressure.
Families suffering everyday.
Blaming everyone one else.
Never taking responsibility.
People choosing between food or heating.
The truth is never to be told.
A government that lives in a dream.
They never did care about us.
Only a fool believe that they do.
I wrote this because the people in power never care about us or the people they are damaging. It makes me wonder why people think the government cares when they don't.
Dec 2017 · 183
this country
700,000 children pushed into poverty.
Food banks that can't cope anymore.
Jobs lost families struggling to get by.
Even more rough sleepers than before.
Tax credit's that makes life worse.
People living in badly built houses.
No money for schools and hospitals.
Yet there's money for royal weddings.  
One rule for us and a different rule for them.
A government that takes from the poor.
Even death has a tax these days.
Is this what building a fairer country that works for everyone looks like?.
I wrote this because when you look at the mess of the UK you start to wonder who does this country work for it makes me angry.
Nov 2017 · 249
we all matter
Every life matters .
Every dream matter.
Every tear cried matters to.
Every life lost matters.
We need to love more and hate less.
Stand together and not be divided.
I this isn't meant to offend any one i wrote this because we all matter every life matters. We have all had deal with hate hurt lost and pain.
Nov 2017 · 119
midnight poem.
No thoughts to share.
Nothing to tell either.
Long days and cold nights.
Heavy eyes closing.
A mind that won't sleep
Jam jars full of heartfelt words.
Waiting to be used.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just not now.
Nov 2017 · 379
the real reality
Blind to families going hungry children living in poverty. Homeless people sleeping in door ways and boxes. Food banks under pressure running out of food.

Teenage minds blown on drink and drugs life's ruin before they are lived.  Poisonous headlines stirring up a frenzy of hate and nastiness. When the truth is told and its not liked its called fake news.

It's us against them taking from the poor but never the rich. People working for wages that won't cover the bills. Lying news channels never report the real reality.

The brain dead believe everything questioning nothing. It's only true when the news channel tells you it is. We are living in sad and dangerous times.
I wrote this because for me the news channels will tell you anything and be happy to tell you anything but the truth. People always seem to believe it with out thinking about it.
Nov 2017 · 292
The dying rose
Stars fall like the slient darkness of night. Moon lit paths made from a bitter sorrow. Done fighting fights that can never be won.

Every beautiful rose has thorns that cut deep. Feelings are like lost dreams you can't find. Forgetting memories made and sweet kisses.

Fairy tales lie not all endings are happy. It's just an other day with out you.Looking up at the split moons that's broken.

Watching loves rose die petal by petal.
Nov 2017 · 258
a Sunday poem
A heart for every person I have ever loved.
A tear for every face I will never see again.
Passing thoughts and dreams of escaping.
Just look for a some were to call home.
Searching for that much needed happy ending.
Opening the flood gates with no fear.
Letting these feelings flow deeply and freely.
Filling blank pages and empty lines with heart felt words.
Holding on old memories and happy days.
Remembering long and lazy Sunday days.
This is just a new poem from a new collection I am working on
Nov 2017 · 167
Hope
Tear fillers eyes.
Heavy hearted.
Holding on to memorise.
Remembering happy days
Hoping that you found heaven.
I wrote this for my mum who died five years ago today. I saw a rainbow she loved them it inspired this poem
Nov 2017 · 155
unseen poem
A quiet phone lonely nights.
Missing all the little things.
Feelings used pen to paper.
Writing words you'll never feel.
Writing poems you'll never read.
The inspiration behind this poem is about how one old memory can make you remember what you miss and who you miss
Nov 2017 · 163
sorry
I am sorry.
There's things I should have said but there never seemed to be the right time.
Could find the right words or let my feelings show, now it is to late.

I am sorry.
For the things we will never do and the places we'll never see.

I am sorry.
That I left you when I promised that I would never leave you.
Nov 2017 · 576
a forgotten dream
A howling wind.
Rain drops falling.
Heavy eyes.
Dreaming a dream.
I won't remember.
Nov 2017 · 142
we'll remember
Fallen poppies a moment to remember.
Sacrifices made life's given and lost.
For our today they gave their tomorrow.
As we grow old and time passes by.
We'll remember what they did for us.
I wrote this for remembrance Sunday and for all the life's lost in army.
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